Impossible

Oct 26, 2019 15:18

There are times I feel like I could write a sonnet about the way her eyelashes look against her cheek. Or about the way her mouth rests when she sleeps. Or the crook of her elbow. The bottom of her feet. Eleanor is nineteen months old and perfect. Did I feel this way about Matt? I think I must have but guiltily worry that I didn’t. I could write ( Read more... )

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nikkiii_brown October 29 2019, 17:52:17 UTC
This brought tears to my eyes. My oldest is almost 9, middle is 7, and youngest about to turn 3. You expressed a mother's thoughts so eloquently with this piece.

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flipflop_diva October 29 2019, 17:54:49 UTC
Mine will be a year in two weeks, and I'm torn every day between wanting her to stay this little (she's already grown so much!) and being excited to see who she's going to become. And I hope I don't ever forget these precious little moments now either.

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ellison October 29 2019, 19:11:12 UTC
I. Love. This. SO. MUCH!!!!!

Since we're all chiming in with our babies' ages, mine is 8, and it's weird how he seems so little and so big all at once, all the time, these days. I love his voice, and his bangs in his face, and the way he concentrates when he works on math or board games. I love, love, love, that he still wants to fall asleep in my arms, as I curl up next to him in his bed. I love when the world stands still with these babies.

I absolutely adore everything about this piece, and think it would do well if you submitted it to a parenting magazine or something!! <3

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halfshellvenus October 30 2019, 00:07:48 UTC
So much beauty in this, and yes-- I wish I could have slowed time down again and again, or that I could revisit moments just like these. :)

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static_abyss October 30 2019, 02:37:42 UTC
This was so clearly full of love. It was gorgeous.

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